Monsieur Cherami Part 90
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"Yes; one was a rich landed proprietor of Auvergne, who sends water here from Mont-Dore; the other was his clerk."
"Ah, yes! the so-called Pole, Monsieur de Chamousky. I shall know those two worthies again."
They arrived at Philippe's. The count ordered a dainty dinner, with wines of the finest vintages; and as he felt very thirsty, he deemed it advisable to begin with champagne frappe. His guests celebrated the count's recovery, and drank to his future bride; Monsieur de Gervier, who was in very high spirits, insisted on drinking to Cherami's seconds, whom he felt sure of meeting some day, when he proposed to buy some Mont-Dore water of them. The count did not spare himself, but tossed off gla.s.s after gla.s.s of champagne, crying:
"This is the end of my bachelor life!"
"Be careful, my dear De la Beriniere," said Monsieur de Maugrille; "for a convalescent, you go rather fast; you don't spare yourself at all."
"I have never felt so well."
Suddenly Monsieur de Gervier, who had gone to the window for a breath of air, burst into a roar of Homeric laughter, and shouted:
"There they are; yes, those are they; I recognize them."
"Who, pray?"
"The dealers in Mont-Dore water. Come, look at them! they're going along the street, and their cask with them."
Monsieur de Maugrille looked out, and exclaimed in dire wrath:
"Water-carriers! they were water-carriers!"
The count, having also looked out, declared that he did not recognize them; at last, Monsieur de Gervier observed:
"Oh, well! to be sure, it isn't Mont-Dore water that they sell; but, after all, it's a kind of water that's even more indispensable. For my part, this makes the affair all the more amusing, and that duel will be one of my most delightful recollections."
Monsieur de Maugrille made a wry face and held his peace, and the count returned to the table.
"Come, messieurs," he said, "this need not prevent our drinking to my approaching happiness; it's extraordinary how thirsty I am to-night!"
The dinner lasted until a late hour, but at last they left the table and parted: Monsieur de Gervier going to see his Dulcineas, Monsieur de Maugrille to play his game of whist, and the count to bed; he was very tired.
It was Wednesday, and the pretty widow was awaiting all the gifts which her fiance had promised her.
"I flatter myself that it won't be to-day as it was that other time,"
she thought; "I shall not wait in vain. He won't have another duel on his hands; there's n.o.body to challenge him now. Monsieur Cherami is on my side; he wants me to marry the count. It's strange how he has turned about; perhaps he has had a row with Gustave; the main point is that he has kept his promise; he has restored Monsieur de la Beriniere's health, and that's a service I shall not forget."
But the clock struck twelve, and one, and two; and neither the bridegroom nor his presents appeared. f.a.n.n.y paced her room impatiently, muttering:
"Oh! what a bore it is to wait! It may not be the count's fault, but for some time past it has seemed as if I were destined to be vexed and thwarted all the time."
When the clock struck four, the young woman could restrain her impatience no longer.
"Justine," she said to her maid, "you must hurry to Monsieur de la Beriniere's again and find out what has happened, what prevents him from coming. I can't pa.s.s my whole life waiting for that man. Go quickly, take a cab by the hour. I am ruining myself in cabs for him; it's to be hoped that he will make it up to me."
Justine obeyed her mistress; but when she returned, it was with a woe-begone face, as before.
"Mon Dieu! what has happened now?" cried f.a.n.n.y.
"Monsieur le comte returned home late last night, about ten o'clock, madame, with a violent headache; he had been dining at a restaurant. He was hardly in bed when he had an attack of fever, followed by delirium; they sent for the doctor, who said that he had indigestion, inflammation of the intestines, and also of the lungs. In fact, he's very ill."
"Oh! Justine, what an unlucky creature I am! The idea of having indigestion just when you are going to be married!"
"It's inexcusable, madame."
"And to think that it has come just when everything was ready! There are people with him, I suppose?"
"Oh! yes, madame."
"Do you think that I might go there this evening?"
"What's the use, madame, when he is delirious? He wouldn't know you."
"All right! I will go to-morrow. Ah! I am really greatly to be pitied."
Three days later, on Sat.u.r.day, Cherami betook himself to Rue de la Ville-l'eveque, to see what effect the tonic had had on the count.
"It was on Sunday that I gave it to him," he reflected; "he must be vigorous and lively now, or else he never will be."
According to his custom, Cherami did not stop to speak to the concierge; he went up to the count's reception-room, and found there the valet de chambre holding a handkerchief to his eyes.
"What's the trouble, my friend; how's your master?"
"Monsieur le comte died last night," the valet replied, with a sigh.
"Died!" cried Cherami. "What do you mean? Dead so soon! What in the devil did he die of?"
"Inflammation, indigestion. He took to his bed on Tuesday night, and the doctor said at once there was no hope."
"Poor count! Ah! that really causes me great distress.--It may be,"
thought Cherami, as he went away, "that we heated the oven a little too hot."
LX
THE RETURN OF ULYSSES
A month had pa.s.sed since the Comte de la Beriniere's death. Was it from grief? was it from anger? Madame Monleard had shut herself up in her apartment ever since, and had been to see no one, not even her father or her sister. She must have known, however, that Adolphine would be the first to sympathize with her woes; but unfeeling persons never believe in the keen sensibility of others; and if anybody seems to pity them, they are always convinced that, in reality, that person rejoices in their misfortune. The proverb rightly says that we judge others by ourselves.
Monsieur Batonnin, who was always the first to be informed of anything that happened to disturb his friends or acquaintances, learned of the count's death very soon after it occurred, and went at once to Monsieur Gerbault's.
"Have you heard of the cruel accident, the misfortune that has befallen your elder daughter?" he said. "The Comte de la Beriniere is dead, and before he had married her."
"I should say," rejoined Monsieur Gerbault, "that the misfortune was the count's, not my daughter's."
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